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 Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 10:32 am
Wolfbane 's shoulder flickered, as the blood collected and tickled the hairs. With the movement, it went back to a light stream.
When the mare spoke, his turned his ears, giving her all of his attention. They were slightly disturbing to him - why was she interested in him? Sure, he was male and counterpart to her female, but for some reason he could not look at this mare and feel anything but intrigue and respect. What could she possibly give him that he might enjoy? Other than the ripples of pain she had already given and continue to treat himself to pricks of pleasure.
But also, why did he care what she though of him? The way she said it spoke of volumes - he should care what she thought.
Ruadh Wolfbane looked at the mare as she circled, to decipher the challenge. His eyes flicked over her bloodied pelt, confident that there were no answers there. So that meant the shiny fur, the eyes.... that was where his answers might lie. And then, he knew, for his brother looked so much like her.
"Ahhh...." the stallion purred, with an upturned lip in a smile. "Mother."
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 10:49 am
He certainly was thinking hard, the Skinwalker noted with the slightest bit of contempt as she continued circling. She could almost see the gears turning in his head. She could feel his eyes on her as she moved around him, the stallion trying to figure things out.
And finally he got it. Well, that had been exciting. Not nearly as much of a rush as brinigng blood to the surface of skin was though.
"Indeed," the mare replied after a...suitable...interval of silence, her bloodstained fangs bared in an almost-parody of a smile. It could, vaguely, be called a smile, since she did feel some twisted form of pleasure.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 10:52 am
Wolfbane cocked his head to the side, his Mother was really full of herself, it seemed. No surprise, given his father.
Returning his mother's smile, the stallion requested ever so sweetly, too sweet. "So if that was all you wanted, I'd like to get back to...." Wolfbane's gaze flickered at the immobile rabbit, "...my business."
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 11:03 am
The mare's gaze flickered down towards the rabbit before returning to her son's face. Ruadh was not nearly as afraid as she would like, though she wondered if the injured and dying rabbit could really hold such fascination for him.
The Skinwalker considered that for a moment, having come to a halt in front and to the side of the Kalona. It was entirely possible that the attraction of causing more pain to the rabbit was much more interesting for him than the lingering pain she had brought to him.
And the more she thought on this, the angrier Wyrsa became. She would teach him to respect her, and to keep his priorties straighter! A quick, savage lunge at full speed - speed she had not yet used this night - brought the mare's teeth to her son's ear, which she tore vigorously. The majority of the cartilage came off between her teeth with a spray of blood, leaving a ragged stump on Ruadh's head.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 12:04 pm
Wolfbane hissed when she moved and caught his ear. He saw the look in her eyes - and it was anger! His own mother dropped a few regards in his mind, to cause pain as a result of one's own anger...that was so carnal, so primitive! There was no control of one's emotions in such an action.
The stallion ignored the pain at that moment. She had his ear, but he reached for her neck. Thankfully she pulled the ear, instead of just tear - for it gave him enough time dig in an grabbed the side of her neck. It wasn't near the jugular like he might have wanted, but it was enough.
As his mother's mouth filled with his blood, so too did his own.
When the two seperated, the pain erupted in his head. It was beyond his own control, and Ruadh spent his energy just trying to stay on his feet. The kalona spat out the Skinwalker's portion of skin, muscle, and blood, to the sand. He would not eat it. A piece of herself would stagnate in the desert air, and the other creatures of the land could eat that part of her.
He smiled viciously to his mother, his own muzzle and fangs bloodied. His eyes flamed hotly - he may not have inherited outward flames, but he definately had one roaring in his soul. "Condsider it gift.... Mother," Wolfbane snarled before stumbling to his knees.
It was simply too much - the wound was not fatal, it would not even affect flying or hunting (well, not totally)...but his nerves were screaming, and his mind sought the relief of unconsciousness. Wolfbane knew the limits of the body, he knew them quite well. It was obvious his mother didn't know about such things - she stepped over those limits and managed to end the torture session early.
But he held on, not for her pleasure, but his own.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 12:17 pm
The Skinwalker smiled to herself as she felt her son's fangs pierce her neck, removing a chunk of her own flesh. Perhaps there was some real potential here after all.
The pain, Wyrsa considered as they separated, wasn't nearly as bad as the injuries Tloc had inflicted on her in the past. She wondered if that was a reflection on herself, on Tlocatl, or just on Ruadh. It was an interesting set of thoughts to be sure, but now was not the time.
Her yellow eyes narrowed as he spat her flesh onto the ground. A gift? This was a slap in her face! And no way in any of the hells would she take that from her own son! Sadistic Kalona or not, he had to be taught some respect.
And ah, he was not so strong as he wished to appear. The mare gazed coldly down on the young stallion whose body had to be screaming for release right now. He was in pain, she could see it easily.
She came forward until she stood squarely in front of him, then leaned down into his face. "Impudent boy!" she snarled. "Never, ever, waste meat!" And with that she bit him on the nose, before turning and stalking off into the desert, pausing twice. Once, to pick up and swallow the chunk of her own flesh (hmm, scales, interesting texture) and the second to retrieve the injured rabbit. It would die and begin to rot before Ruadh got to it, in the condition he was in now.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 12:25 pm
Ruadh couldn't speak anymore, it was if his voice simply fled. Not that it mattered, actions could be louder than words. When his mother was in his face, he gave a silent snarl. When she bit him, his body took over - it was no longer in his control. His body jerked, and that motion set him entirely off balance.
His legs were more unstable now than even when he first emerged from his basket. They tangled and twisted, and before he knew it, he was falling.
The chest hit sand first, then his back, and finally his head. The moment his head hit the sand, Ruadh Wolfbane was knocked unconscious, the blood from his many wounds mixing and pooling.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 1:32 pm
Nagual and Sanika had left for a short visit to the Village. Sanika needed some supplies to refill her inventory - things that did not grow out here in the desert. It was a simple, normal trip for bartered supples.
It had been on a whim that they found a hidden basket - only a bush for cover. Nagual wanted to take it, of course, so that the soquili within didn't have anyone else and the mare just couldn't let that go.
Sanika wanted to leave the encasement, but since Nagual was carrying her supplies the woman relented and made sure to keep a strong arm around the basket.
They had met up with one exhausted Bramble on the way back, and heard the words "skinwalker", which only made them all rush back (much to the horror of the fluttercorns and unicorn).
The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon when they reached the teepee.
Bramble blanched at the smell of blood, and the fluttercorns looked like they were going to be sick.
Nagual stepped forward. Her muscles twitched, ready to run, but the skinwalker scent was faint - Wyrsa (for she assumed it could only be that Cursed mare) was gone.
Fennel was the first to see a body, and with a squeal she had flown to it without any hesitation. It was Ruadh Wolfbane. Her instincts took over, and the mare shakily went about and healed the stallion's stumped head. The kalona's ragged breathing had smoothed, but he did not wake - it would appear that his body was still tired.
Bramble and Thistle had both been stunned, unaware that they could even do such a miracle. Upon finding the other stallions, both had struggled to find a dangerous wound... and were able to heal the substantial ones (like wing joints) when Sanika stopped them - let them heal those on their own, it had been doing the stallions some good to let those wounds heal in nature's time. Ruadh himself would have enough issues with a missing ear.
In order to placate the stallions, she promised they could do some later. And then, she went about cleaning the area. One good thing about the sand - easier to clean up bloody messes...and with these kalona, that seemed to be rather often.
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